I had a friend hit me up with this break down of the symbolism behind the music video to the new Kanye West single “Power” shit is interesting, check it:
The symbols of POWER: The music video by Kanye West.
Many of the symbols tell a tale of men of power but mostly these symbols tell a lot about Kanye.
The Trappings of POWER.
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I was in the house playing the vocal tracks of the hook off of a record I have called “Open Up”. I was playing it when I noticed my daughter singing it. I think baby got some talent what y’all think?
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I’m fucked up right now. My girl’s homegirl just had a daughter two months ago. In That time her daughter has gone through two open heart surgeries to repair a whole in her heart. Right now she’s in there just barely keeping her eyes open from the drugs they have her on for whatever reason, probably for the pain. I have this feeling in my got that she’ll pull through. I know babies are little strong people. I have faith that that baby is protected by something stronger that anything on earth and that’s the hand of God. With two kids of my own born around the same time of her two children this has me holding them much tighter. Life is crazy. Let us pray for little Shalin Joy
So my hard-drive crashed taking all my photos and music with it. When I decided to submit a new joint I had recorded to Iheartdilla.com I found myself with no photos to submit along with it. Being that my girl is a photographer I was in luck. I tell her to grab her camera and get a quick shot of me I can use to send off with the music.
I was watching an Indian comedian on Comedy Central a few nights ago. He wasn’t really that funny, but that’s beside the point. I was bothered by him constantly referencing Middle Eastern people as Brown. See that’s where this whole using a color to categorize race thing gets confusing.
A young militant Muslim boy is allowed to board an American bound airline with explosives, despite being on a terrorist watch list, and now the government wants airport security to get a good look at my nuts.
I was thinking about dreams the other day. You know how big our dreams are when we’re young? We think so grand. For me, I wanted to be a famous MC traveling the world with mad adoring fans, making millions of dollars, driving expensive cars, mad fine ass women, etc. As you get older, you find yourself having to make that compromise. You want to just do your art but “real life” gets in the way of that.
Who’s really to blame for this shit? I think everybody is. Even no action is action and those that have taken no action bear some responsibility. Record companies are businesses; businesses aren’t going to invest in what doesn’t make them money. The music people claim they want to hear, they don’t financially support or support in any other fashion. Everybody just feeds into the negativity, they roll with the mob shouting hip hop is dead, it’s a minstrel show, and it’s whatever. That time and energy would be better spent supporting an artist they feel does make the music they’d like to hear.
